Whitefish River And I see fire, hollowing souls,

Wind picked up along them, ruffling Orlaith's fur to the side. Riley studied that picturesque scene, perplexed. All the questions he wished to ask seemed carried off in the squall that beat between them.

He walked alongside her in silence for a bit, finding strange comfort in the way she occasionally buffeted him every other step. "Who?" Riley repeated futiley, hoping they were near so he could set his teeth in them. He was surprised by the protectiveness he felt for Orlaith -- when had that happened?